The flood came before rain
Then I knew
Things now take on a topsy turvy course
Memories got etched before dreams
Then I knew
The difference between ice and iceberg
Rainbows flickered even in summer
Then I knew
The humid soft touch of love
That resists rusting
Stories began to tell big lies
Then I knew
How to read the heart of the sea
Questions never yielded for an answer
Then I knew
Searching is no more a means to find
And living is a phenomenon like rain
Where predictions stands at a rare chance
But we love its incessant pour
And still wait for the rainbow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes life is just like a mizzle, nuzzling on our nose... I like this one